Stiletto Secrets by Bella J. Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Bella J.
decisions if you actually acted like an adult every now and then.”
“Did you ever think that maybe I refuse to grow up just to piss you off?”
Nicholas was indignant by his father’s blatant assumption that he could just dictate every aspect of Nicholas’ life. But Robert didn’t even blink. Robert just did not care how Nicholas felt, or what Nicholas wanted out of life. All he cared about was himself and what he wanted.
“If that is the case, then it just proves my point that you will never be mature enough to make decisions of your own.” Robert’s eyes flashed with anger and Nicholas was suddenly livid.
“You can just go—”
“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Claire walked into the office interrupting the cursing fest Nicholas was about to embark on. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in a white pencil skirt and rose colored blouse she just oozed confidence—a little too much confidence if you asked him.
Robert got up from the couch and held out his hand. “Claire, you look lovely as always.” He took her hand in his.
“Thank you, Robert.” Claire turned to Nicholas and stared at him with blue eyes and batting eyelashes. “Hello, Nicholas.”
“Claire.” Nicholas acknowledged her, but he made it perfectly clear that he would not be as charming toward her as his crazy old man.
Claire turned all her attention to him. “I see you still look as striking as ever.”
“Don’t let the suit fool you. Deep down I’m actually a troll.”
Claire narrowed her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Then she glanced from Nicholas to Robert. “I’m so sorry, was I interrupting anything?”
“As a matter of fact I just told my father here that I already have a meeting scheduled for this morning, so unfortunately I will not be able to join you.”
His father glared at him with the flames of hell burning behind those big brown eyes of his. “Nicholas.”
Nicholas picked up his briefcase. “I’m so sorry, Dad, but you will have to excuse me. Next time, check with me first before you schedule any type of get together .” Nicholas shouldered past his father. “I do after all have a life of my own.”
Without glancing in her direction, he said, “Nice to see you again, Claire.” And he was out the door without even waiting for her to reply.
Within minutes Nicholas was out of the office building, in his Audi R8 and on his way home. He didn’t really have an appointment with anyone, but just wanted to prove a point to his father. Plus he never liked Claire much anyway. Even though her family had more than enough wealth, Claire had always sought out the men with even bigger bank accounts than her to seduce. A gold digger even though she already owned the motherfucking crown jewels.
Nicholas parked his car in front of the mansion and headed inside. It wasn’t even ten a.m. yet and he already had the pressing need to consume an entire bottle of scotch.
Deep in thought and still fuming over his father’s little stunt, he stormed through the front door and straight into someone who had passed the door right at the same moment.
“Shit!”
Nicholas grabbed the person’s arms steadying them both, and then saw that it was the same woman from that morning. “Emma?”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Blake.”
Nicholas froze. The way she said Mr. Blake reminded him so much of her . Emma almost said it exactly the way Cinderella did.
He looked down and saw that Emma had immediately gone on her knees trying to gather the things that had fallen out of her hands. Being the smart-ass that he was, Nicholas grinned. “Emma, why is it that every time we run into each other you’re on your knees in front of me?”
She looked up and shot him a half-grin. “Maybe you’re just that good, Mr. Blake.”
He cocked a brow. “Maybe? Oh I assure you, I am that good.”
Emma chuckled and then looked down at the mess in front of her. Only then did Nicholas notice that liquid had spilled all over the carpet. “Don’t
“Did you ever think that maybe I refuse to grow up just to piss you off?”
Nicholas was indignant by his father’s blatant assumption that he could just dictate every aspect of Nicholas’ life. But Robert didn’t even blink. Robert just did not care how Nicholas felt, or what Nicholas wanted out of life. All he cared about was himself and what he wanted.
“If that is the case, then it just proves my point that you will never be mature enough to make decisions of your own.” Robert’s eyes flashed with anger and Nicholas was suddenly livid.
“You can just go—”
“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Claire walked into the office interrupting the cursing fest Nicholas was about to embark on. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in a white pencil skirt and rose colored blouse she just oozed confidence—a little too much confidence if you asked him.
Robert got up from the couch and held out his hand. “Claire, you look lovely as always.” He took her hand in his.
“Thank you, Robert.” Claire turned to Nicholas and stared at him with blue eyes and batting eyelashes. “Hello, Nicholas.”
“Claire.” Nicholas acknowledged her, but he made it perfectly clear that he would not be as charming toward her as his crazy old man.
Claire turned all her attention to him. “I see you still look as striking as ever.”
“Don’t let the suit fool you. Deep down I’m actually a troll.”
Claire narrowed her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Then she glanced from Nicholas to Robert. “I’m so sorry, was I interrupting anything?”
“As a matter of fact I just told my father here that I already have a meeting scheduled for this morning, so unfortunately I will not be able to join you.”
His father glared at him with the flames of hell burning behind those big brown eyes of his. “Nicholas.”
Nicholas picked up his briefcase. “I’m so sorry, Dad, but you will have to excuse me. Next time, check with me first before you schedule any type of get together .” Nicholas shouldered past his father. “I do after all have a life of my own.”
Without glancing in her direction, he said, “Nice to see you again, Claire.” And he was out the door without even waiting for her to reply.
Within minutes Nicholas was out of the office building, in his Audi R8 and on his way home. He didn’t really have an appointment with anyone, but just wanted to prove a point to his father. Plus he never liked Claire much anyway. Even though her family had more than enough wealth, Claire had always sought out the men with even bigger bank accounts than her to seduce. A gold digger even though she already owned the motherfucking crown jewels.
Nicholas parked his car in front of the mansion and headed inside. It wasn’t even ten a.m. yet and he already had the pressing need to consume an entire bottle of scotch.
Deep in thought and still fuming over his father’s little stunt, he stormed through the front door and straight into someone who had passed the door right at the same moment.
“Shit!”
Nicholas grabbed the person’s arms steadying them both, and then saw that it was the same woman from that morning. “Emma?”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Blake.”
Nicholas froze. The way she said Mr. Blake reminded him so much of her . Emma almost said it exactly the way Cinderella did.
He looked down and saw that Emma had immediately gone on her knees trying to gather the things that had fallen out of her hands. Being the smart-ass that he was, Nicholas grinned. “Emma, why is it that every time we run into each other you’re on your knees in front of me?”
She looked up and shot him a half-grin. “Maybe you’re just that good, Mr. Blake.”
He cocked a brow. “Maybe? Oh I assure you, I am that good.”
Emma chuckled and then looked down at the mess in front of her. Only then did Nicholas notice that liquid had spilled all over the carpet. “Don’t